"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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Abigael laid lifeless on the panic room floor. Blood pooling under her, and continued to spread from the center of her body. Dean was long gone, guilt he surely felt, as he didn't want this to happen. But he knows Abigael too, she would keep her word to keep him trapped in there. And this was the only way. The last thing she saw was his face, though filled with guilt, there was also that determined expression that was laced on his face.
Time passed, and Sam decided to check on Dean, as neither Cas nor Abigael returned after seeing Dean. His large footsteps descended down the basement stairs. Before stepping off the last step. He came around the staircase, abruptly stopping at the sight of the panic room door open. His eyes widened with the sight of Abigael's dead body.
"Abigael!" Sam rushed forward, and stumbled through the threshold of the panic room. Sam stood over the lifeless body of Abigael, noticing the pool of blood under her. The rod was sticking out of her chest, blood stained her clothes. Sam stepped over her, and crouched down, and pressed his hand onto her chest, around the rod. Sam's hand began to become wet with dark crimson blood. However, he gripped the rod with both of his hands, and yanked it free from her chest. It was a good few inches deep. Blood squirted free from the wound, but soon began to slow.
"Great," Sam remarks sarcastically, throwing the rod to the side as the metal clattered against the floor. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her at this moment in time. She was just doing the right thing. Even if tapping Dean in a cell. It would be some time before Abigael awoke, plus Sam had other pressing matters to attend too. Sam reached out his large hand, and wiped away the loose strands of hair dangling in her face. She surprisingly didn't feel cold to touch, as if she wasn't dead but just slumbering. Sam's eyes were soft, before standing back to his feet, rushing out of the panic room. Heading back up the way he came.
Depending on how bad the injury Abigael has, depends on how long she will be 'dead' for. A piercing wound to the chest, it can vary. All Abigael imagined before she went under, was how stupid she was to fall for Dean's trick. But again, she would take it at face-value if he was hurt. She's been through so much with him, how could she not believe his word?
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All I knew was darkness, and the black abyss that I floated around in. Even though it was temporary, it felt like a life-time inside. From the darkness, I shot open my eyes, and inhaled deeply, gaining all the air I could into my lunges. While I lifted the top of my body up. I began to cough harshly, bringing up a few droplets of blood, but soon ran clear. My eyes darted around the panic room, as I was still inside of it. The coughing subsided, and my breathing - though erratic - I managed to calm it.
I could feel the wetness on my back, which had leaked through the cream cotton, and onto my skin - which it dried. I lowered my gaze to my chest, and to see that the shirt had a hole in it, but my skin was supple and smooth. I noticed the rod a few inches away, as if it had been pulled out and slung to the side.
